I don't have particularly good memories of school beyond the age of around 9. I was at a village school where my brother had been the Head Master's star pupil (not undeservedly so). When I didn't match my brother's aptitude the Head took no time in letting me know I was a big disappointment to him.
More recently I had to take a course and exam to gain a personal alcohol licence – the sight of the exam room, with desks placed evenly apart and papers turned face down still filled me with dread (thankfully I passed).
My experience at drama school was a marked contrast, I enjoyed nearly every minute of it, my reservations being the formal classes and exams, (thankfully there weren't many) and being a fridge! I was not a good fridge. Occasionally I was the only student at stage fight classes, the resultant choreographed routines with the teacher were really good ways to learn, although I was a bit slow jumping back once and he caught me across the side of the knee with a broad sword. Ouch! Painful but fun.
Christopher.
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